palaye royale | completed

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Emerson's pov.

I was sitting on the couch, staring at my phone, waiting for something that my mind is telling me is never going to happen.

Maybe it's that that's made me get up, pick up my wallet and flag down a taxi.

I'm navigating the streets, for a place I barely have experienced.

"I know where I'm going." the taxi drivers
mumbles, annoyance underlining his tone.

I sigh and sit back against the uncomfortable leather seats that probably tell stories from makeouts to accidental child births. I reminiscence the last time I was in this city and how times have changed since then.

How do things change so fast?

An abrupt stop and screech of the tires brings me back to reality, much to my happiness because now my mind and body is racked with unsteady breathing and anxiety.

This is it. Conceal it don't feel it. I whisper to myself.

What exactly am I concealing and not feeling?

I enter the all too familiar building, nodding at the bellman and climbing up the discoloured stairs.

Wow, did we walk up this many the last time? Well it's been a year so my memory isn't flawless anyway.

I reach the floor needed and suddenly my mind is foggy, my palms are sweaty and my heart feels it's in my throat.

What do I say?

My mind is overflowing with possibly questions but none seem to be good options.

If I was nervous before, standing in front of this door feels like my death hour is approaching.

Without anytime to process, the door starts to click, the sound of the lock slowly turning back into the docket and the chain being scraped back against the metal double rail. The handle slowly starts to pull down and the door starting to open.

My palms are holding waterfalls and my heart is barely beating.

I'm face to face with the person who's never left my mind in a year. The person who's ignored my messages and made my feel worthless but in this moment I just want to smile.

"Hey..." I say more quietly than expected, "I mean hey." I repeat louder.

"Emerson, what are you - " Jessie starts, I cut her off by pulling her into a hug.

I missed this. This feeling of normality.

After awhile she pushes me away, "What are you doing here?"

"You didn't respond to my message..."

"Yeah, my phone broke." she replies, pulling a dismantled, mess of glass and wires out her bag, "I was about to buy a new one."

"Oh."

"So yeah..."

The silence is deafening and I just want to kiss her.